-->God, Man, and French Chefs
The Daily Reckoning
Baltimore, Maryland
Friday, August 06, 2004
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*** Reward-free risk...financial terror alert...
*** The unnerving glow of bright red...payrolls tank!
*** Steaks...porcine animals...and the chef who couldn't
stop cussing!
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Where are we? We mean, where are we economically, of
course.
Physically, we are somewhere underneath the big skies of
the Great American West on a sunny day. And metaphorically?
Do you really want to know where we are metaphorically,
dear reader? Of course not, but we will tell you anyway.
Here. We are out on this rock with our arm stuck in a
contradiction; we expect both inflation and deflation."You
can't have it both ways," say readers. Either inflation
destroys bonds or deflation destroys shares, they say.
"They'll both be destroyed," is our bet.
That shares are no bargain seems obvious. That U.S.
Treasury bonds are a"reward-free risk" seems clear enough,
too. That such extraordinary confidence (What could be
lending to the world's biggest debtor - who openly promises
to devalue his currency - at the lowest yields in 50 years
- but an exhibition of extreme, almost lunatic confidence?)
should eventually give way to fear and loathing also seems
not only self-evident, but actually simpatico. It is the
way the world works: Day turns to night, good yields to
bad, exceptional is replaced by mediocre; Volcker is
replaced by Greenspan...tight money is followed by loose
money...and then the wheels come off!
But when and how? Eric? [Ed. Note: Breaking news...and
another wheel comes off. The non-farm payrolls report was
released just moments ago. Only 32,000 jobs were added in
July, against expectations of 228,000. The Labor Department
also cut its tally for May and June by 61,000.]
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Eric Fry, from New York City...
- Mr. Market upped the financial terror alert to"code red"
yesterday, due to the"unusually specific" intelligence
that share prices on the Nasdaq plummeted to a new low for
2004...Stock-trading terminals from coast to coast emitted
the unnerving glow of bright red light, as the Dow Jones
Industrial Average fell 163 points to 9,963 and the Nasdaq
tumbled nearly 2% to 1,822. Losers outnumbered winners
23-to-9 on the New York Stock Exchange and 11-to-4 on the
Nasdaq.
- Soaring oil prices - once again - seemed to be the main
cause of yesterday's terrifying sell off. Just two days
ago, crude oil FELL more than $1.00 from its then-record-
high perch, and stock market pundits worldwide were lining
up to write oil's obituary. The long-awaited"correction"
in oil prices had finally begun, they believed, and the
stock market had finally found its long-awaited opportunity
to stage a big summer rally...
- On cue, the Asian markets rallied nicely, if not
dramatically, Wednesday night. The European bourses
followed up with modest advances of their own...but then,
the global"relief rally" in stocks collided head-on with a
stunning snapback rally in crude oil. The September crude
oil contract jumped more than $1.00 before most traders at
the New York Mercantile Exchange had stepped outside for
their first cigarettes of the day, as news crossed the
wires that Russian courts had imperiled - once again - the
ability of oil giant Yukos to continue operating. Yukos,
which produces about 20% of Russia's total oil output, has
been struggling to make good on a $3.4 billion tax bill
from 2000. The titanic tax evader also owes billions of
dollars in back taxes for other years, and the Russian
government is attempting, rather inelegantly, to collect.
-"Yukos said Wednesday that bailiffs allowed it to access
frozen bank accounts to continue to fund operations," CBS
MarketWatch explained,"but the country's Justice Ministry
withdrew the permission Thursday, implying that the move
wasn't legal." The judicial about-face sparked frenetic
buying in the oil pits, and by the end of New York trading
crude oil had jumped $1.58 to a new record high of $44.41.
- Curiously, most oil stocks tumbled yesterday, behaving
much more like mere stocks than like proxies for a rapidly
rising oil price. Refining stocks like Valero and Tesoro
suffered particularly severe abuse at the hands of
investors. The gut-wrenching trading action in the stock
and oil markets failed to inspire much gold buying. Gold
investors seem to be more perplexed than panicked, as the
precious metal gained one thin dime to $394.80 an ounce.
-"$50 oil now seems more realistic than ever," we remarked
in this column last week...and so we continue to believe.
But even we are amazed that oil could sell for $50 a
barrel. The market knows best, we suppose, and the oil
market seems to know that the balance between supply and
demand is much more delicate than most folks imagine.
-"The global oil supply is a little like one lone sushi
chef trying to feed an NFL football team," we observed last
week,"or like one lone oyster-shucker trying to provide a
steady supply of Blue Points and Kumamotos to a roomful of
Republicans..."
- Oil's straight-up rally should take a breather at some
point...but that point never seems to arrive. The world's
oil consumers keep consuming ever-larger quantities of the
stuff, while the world's oil producers struggle to keep
abundant supplies flowing.
- Now the oil market is"just one small disruption away
from a deficit when it comes to world production," warns
Phil Flynn, the savvy oil analyst at Alaron Trading. An oil
"deficit" is simply a polite way of saying"crisis." Here
at The Daily Reckoning, we've coined a word for the coming
crisis in the energy markets...We call it"E-Day."
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Bill Bonner, back in New Mexico...
*** A carnivorous reader sent this snippet...
"If you want a real good burger or piece of meat...check
out Bobcat Bites Diner just outside the city limits of
Santa Fe, off of 25. My dad lives in Santa Fe and we always
have a burger there."
We are hungry. Must dash. More on chefs with beef, below...
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The Daily Reckoning PRESENTS: A DR Classique, first aired
December 12, 2000, as Bill ran to catch another plane to
the states...
GOD, MAN AND FRENCH CHEFS
by Bill Bonner
"Excrement!"
The conversation in the rather up-market"Les Bouchons de
Francois Clerc" came to an immediate halt. Everyone had
heard the booming voice in the kitchen. Someone was"losing
it"...
I will do my best to translate, without offending your
refined sensibilities, dear reader:
"C'est une catastrophe! This place is a bordello filled
with the excrement of fat porcine animals of low
intelligence who prostitute themselves."
It was a remarkable stream of cussing, which went on for
several minutes. I had heard nothing like it, even when
Pierre skinned his knuckles while trying to fix the
tractor.
Maria laughed. Other diners looked at each other
awkwardly...or down at their food nervously. Had the man
lost his mind? What had he done to the food? We could
imagine tomorrow's headline in the leftist newspaper,
Liberation:
"Diners Poisoned as Chef Goes Mad!"
I could even imagine the article's slant: sympathy for the
poor chef who had probably been asked to work more than his
usual 35 hours and was justifiably indignant over the
working conditions, or perhaps over the condition of the
carrots he was given to work with...along with a certain
unstated contempt for the dead bourgeois customers - who
had driven the poor man mad.
This was my first experience with a chef gone berserk. But
they must go crazy all the time. French diners are very
demanding. And very critical. They take food seriously.
At least a couple DR readers have wondered why I make my
home in France. To some, living in France in the time of
Chirac has no more appeal than serious dental work in the
time of Colbert. But in reply to the question, I respond
that life, like theatre, is lived as either tragedy or
comedy. An American in France sees the comedy in things. We
are like Chevy Chase in his movie European Vacation, too
ignorant to worry about what the chef puts in the
soup...and too romantic to care.
And there is another reason - which helps explain, or
perhaps illustrate, many of the ideas you find in The Daily
Reckoning...which I will explain. The French take many
things seriously. Maria and Sophia recounted their
experiences at school, Maria doing wickedly accurate
impersonations of some of the characters at the Institute
de la Tour...and Sophia reporting, in depth, on the strange
goings-on at the Ecole Actif Bilingue.
Poor Diane! Maria reported that her friend broke down in
tears as her teacher evaluated her work in front of the
entire class. Apparently, each of the students is asked to
stand as the teacher tells her how she is doing. The
pressure is intense. Teachers in France do not worry about
a child's self-esteem. Students are criticized sharply,
almost mercilessly. It is hard to feel sympathetic towards
a 14-year-old boy. But Maria's account of how teachers
picked on the only two boys in her class brought me close.
I have also heard parents criticize their children in a
manner that would seem harsh in America. But parents are
expected to spend a lot of time pushing their children to
do well in school. So much depends on getting good grades
in France...the whole country seems to be run by people who
did well in secondary school, took competitive exams and
got into the elite"grand ecoles" such as E.N.A., the
school of administration that prepares most of France's
high-ranking business and political leaders.
"The enarques [as graduates from E.N.A. are called] are
untouchable," says a friend of mine, asking not to be
quoted."There are always scandals in France - and people
going to jail. But the enarques never go to jail. Because
the judges are enarques too."
[I am secretly hoping that maybe Henry will make it into
E.N.A...and will make me untouchable too.]
Sophia's school is completely different from Maria's. It is
a school for foreigners, and perhaps redundantly, for
misfits. Sophia is there because her French is not good
enough for the regular schools. Unlike the younger
children, she has had to learn French the hard way - by
studying it.
There are four major groups in Sophia's school. There are
the French - who are usually hard cases - the"Arabs," the
"Koreans," and the"Anglo-Saxons." Thus do school children
divide the races of mankind.
"Instruction is supposed to be in English," Sophia told us.
"But nobody speaks English except us, the Anglo-Saxons. The
rest speak various things that sound a little like they
might be English...but I usually can't understand a word."
Curiously...
"But the Koreans," as Sophia's schoolmates refer to all the
East Asians in their school,"who barely speak English,
seem to be the only ones who get good grades."
This little insight by Sophia triggered a recollection in
her sister:
"Dad," she asked,"How come you and Mom argue about such
silly things? I mean, I heard Martine's parents arguing
about money...or maybe it was over what kind of car they
were going to buy."
"But you and Mom," she continued,"last weekend...I mean
who ever heard of parents arguing over...who was
that...Darwin?"
Ah yes, Darwin. Well, that.
"Maria, we weren't arguing," I protested, trying to close
ranks with Elizabeth,"we were just discussing it."
And Koreans?
Yes - we had mentioned Koreans, too. I had actually. East
Asians seem to work harder; and intelligence tests suggest
that they are smarter than Anglo-Saxons. Or the French. In
Darwinian terms, they seem to have a competitive advantage.
How come the whole world is not full of Koreans? Because, I
had pointed out to Elizabeth, Darwin's theory is flawed. It
was a silly point...but a silly argument needs silly
points.
Who could take an argument over Darwinism seriously? Even
worse, who could take Darwinism seriously? Still, it is fun
to argue about it...
Uh oh...I'm going to miss my plane if I don't leave now.
Your correspondent,
Bill Bonner
for The Daily Reckoning
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-->Inflation und Deflation
von unserem Korrespondenten Bill Bonner
Wo befinden wir uns? Ich meine natürlich wirtschaftlich gesehen.
Physisch gesehen befinde ich mich derzeit unter dem sonnigen Himmel
des großen amerikanischen Westens. Und metaphorisch?
Wollen Sie wirklich wissen, wo ich mich metaphorisch befinde?
Natürlich nicht.
Aber ich werde es Ihnen dennoch sagen.
Hier. Ich befinde mich auf diesem Felsen, und mein Arm ist in einem
Widerspruch gefangen; ich erwarte sowohl Inflation als auch Deflation.
"Sie können nicht beides haben", sagen meine Leser(innen). Entweder
wird eine Inflation die Anleihenkurse oder eine Deflation die
Aktienkurse zerstören, sagen sie. Meine Einschätzung:"Beide werden
zerstört werden".
Dass US-Aktien kein Schnäppchen sind, das sollte offensichtlich sein.
Und dass die Renditen der US-Staatsanleihen nicht die hohen Risiken
widerspiegeln, ist zumindest für mich auch klar genug. Diese
außerordentlich große Zuversicht an beiden Märkten sollte schließlich
Furcht und Sorgen Platz machen. Auch das ist nicht nur offensichtlich,
sondern auch sympathisch. Das ist auch die Art und Weise, wie die Welt
funktioniert: Tag wird zu Nacht, gute Renditen zu schlechten,
außergewöhnlich wird zu mittelmäßig; der Fed-Vorsitzende Volcker wird
durch Greenspan ersetzt... eine strikte Geldpolitik wird durch eine
Politik des leichten Geldes ersetzt... und dann fallen die Räder ab!
Aber wann und wie? Eric?
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Montag, 9. August 2004
"E-Day"
von unserem Korrespondenten Eric Fry in New York City
Ich möchte heute etwas über Yukos schreiben - denn Yukos produziert
20 % des gesamten russischen Erdöl-Outputs, ist also ein entsprechend
wichtiger Lieferant. Yukos hat eine Steuerrechnung in Höhe von 3,4
Milliarden Dollar erhalten, für das Jahr 2000. Der gigantische
Steuervermeider Yukos schuldet dem russischen Staat auch noch für
andere Jahre Steuern, und die russische Regierung versucht nun -
ziemlich unelegant - diese Steuern einzutreiben.
"Yukos hat letzten Mittwoch mitgeteilt, dass das zuständige Gericht
den Zugang zu eingeforenen Konten erlaubt hat, um die laufenden
Geschäfte weiter finanzieren zu können", so CBS Marketwatch,"aber das
Justizministerium (...) hat diese Genehmigung am Donnerstag
zurückgenommen, was impliziert, dass diese Genehmigung nicht legal
war."
Kurioserweise sind die meisten Ã-laktien zuletzt gefallen - damit
verhielten sie sich mehr wie"normale" Aktien als wie Profiteure eines
rapide steigenden Ã-lpreises. Raffinerie-Aktien wie Valero oder Tesoro
verloren besonders deutlich.
Der Markt weiß es wohl am besten, und der Ã-lmarkt scheint zu wissen,
dass das Gleichgewicht zwischen Angebot und Nachfrage erheblich
gefährdeter ist, als sich die meisten Leute vorstellen.
Das weltweite Ã-langebot ist vergleichbar mit einem einzigen
Sushi-Koch, der eine NFL Football-Mannschaft ernähren möchte. Oder wie
ein einzelner Austernschäler, der versucht, den Nachschub für einen
Raum voll Republikanern zu sichern...
Die Rally des Ã-lpreises sollte irgendwann eine Auszeit nehmen... aber
dieser Punkt scheint niemals zu kommen. Die Ã-lkonsumenten der Welt
konsumieren weiterhin immer größere Mengen dieses schwarzen Zeugs,
während die Ã-lproduzenten der Welt versuchen, das Angebot so stark wie
möglich auszuweiten.
Jetzt ist der Ã-lmarkt"nur noch eine kleine Störung von einem Defizit,
was die weltweite Produktion angeht, entfernt", warnt Phil Flynn,
Ã-lanalyst bei Alaron Trading. Ein Ã-l-"Defizit" ist einfach ein
höflicheres Wort für"Krise". Ich habe gerade ein eigenes Wort für die
kommende Krise an den Energie-Märkten kreiert... ich nenne das
"E-Day".
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Montag, 9. August 2004
Burger in New Mexico
von unserem Korrespondenten Bill Bonner, derzeit in New Mexico...
*** Ein Fleisch verzehrender Leser hat mir diese Email geschrieben:
"Wenn Sie wirklich gute Burger oder ein Stück Fleisch wollen... dann
versuchen Sie es mal mit Bobcat Bites Diner, direkt an der Stadtgrenze
von Santa Fe, an der 25. Mein Vater lebt in Santa Fed und wir gehen
dort immer Burger essen."
Ich habe Hunger. Muss jetzt was Essen gehen. Mehr über meine
Reiseerlebnisse in den USA in den nächsten Tagen, hier im Investor's
Daily!
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Montag, 9. August 2004
Bleiben Sie locker...
von unserem Korrespondenten Bill Bonner
Die Welt, wie wir sie kennen, kommt zu einem Ende. Aber warum sollten
wir uns darum Sorgen machen? Ich lache und habe mir vorgenommen, das
zu genießen. Das Römische Imperium brauchte Hunderte von Jahren, bis
es zusammenbrach. Während dieser Zeitspanne wussten die meisten Leute
nicht einmal, dass ihre Welt zu einem Ende kam. Die meisten gingen
weiter ihren Geschäften nach, pflanzten ihr Getreide an, tranken ihren
Wein, schaukelten ihre Kinder auf ihren Knien - so als ob das Imperium
für die Ewigkeit wäre. Natürlich mag der Mob von Rom bei jeder neuen
Nachricht gejammert haben: Die Barbaren hatten die Po-Ebene überquert
und waren auf dem Weg nach Süden - bald würden sie vor den Stadttoren
Roms stehen!
Aber andere leben ruhige Leben, in denen sich Verzweiflung und
Amüsement abwechselten - so, als ob nichts passiert wäre. Und was
hätten sie auch tun können... außer dem Unheil aus dem Weg zu gehen
und sich um ihre eigenen Sachen zu kümmern?
So gab es auch während der Weltwirtschaftskrise viele Leute, die diese
Krise genossen. Wenn man damals einen gut bezahlten Job hatte und ihn
behielt, dann muss das wie das Paradies gewesen sein. Man musste
nirgendwo anstehen, man brauchte für gute Restaurants keine
Reservierung mehr. Es war nie leichter, mit den Nachbarn mitzuhalten -
denn mit den Nachbarn ging es abwärts. Ein Großteil der Befriedigung
im Leben kommt daher, dass man sich anderen Leuten gegenüber überlegen
fühlt. Und wann konnte man das schon besser, als in einer
Weltwirtschaftskrise, wenn man selbst einen Job hatte?
Das Geheimnis zum Genuß von Massenbewegungen ist es, ein Zuschauer und
kein Teilnehmer zu sein. Wieviel besser wäre es gewesen, wenn man
Napoleons Grande Armée auf dem Weg nach Russland nur zu gewunken
hätte, als wenn man mit ihr mitmarschiert wäre. Vielleicht hätte man
den Soldaten Ohrenschützer und Handschuhe verkaufen können!
Und genauso hätte man es mehr genießen können, wenn man den großen
Boom der Wall Street der 1990er nur als Zuschauer mitbekommen hätte,
der gelegentlich das Fernsehen einschaltet, um zu sehen, was für
absurde Dinge die Analysten als nächstes sagen würden. Besonders
erfreulich wäre es gewesen, wenn man auch beim folgenden Absturz nur
Zuschauer gewesen wäre.
Ich fordere Sie dazu auf, gegenüber den Schlagzeilen in der Presse und
den Meinungen in den Editorials misstrauisch zu sein. Auf fast alle
Massenbewegungen, die dadurch angeheizt werden, wird man eines Tages
mit Bedauern und Erheitern zurücksehen.
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